Odd numbered years are rubbish. In the even numbered years there’s either the World Cup or the European Cup, or the Olympics to look forward to. In the odd numbered years there’s not much at all. Now that Wimbledon’s over, and in honour of my adopted country, I’ve tuned in to the Tour de France, which turns out to be surprisingly watchable.
In other news, I need to add accident-proneness and forgetfulness to my list of menopause symptoms!
Song of the Day
More of the Style Council. I leuurvve this. The rain and thunderstorms from earlier in the week have passed and we’re enjoying some long, very hot summer days.